Hello, My New Friends

Pisaries Creator wrote a few new poems and more to come later. The last time I really was into writing poems was over twenty years ago. Time does fly, yes, it sure does.  I guess time continues to fly like a bird.  I intend to spend more time with writing poetry in the coming new year.

The Blind Date

She told me to not be so damn perfect. 

It wasn’t that I was trying all that hard. 

I told her this.  I truly did.  I did.

I did, I did, I did, I did, I did.

You think she listened to me.

No.  No.  No.

Each no for what I presume to be each of her emotions.

She didn’t listen to me,

For she was intrigued too much. 

Maybe, my thick hair.

Maybe, my biceps.

Or, my imported leather jacket.

Were any of those her reasons?

She didn’t let herself hear of my minor flaws.

It didn’t even enter the space between her head to listen.

She hardly knew me, and to make it worse, she was such a stubborn, little thing.

I would’ve let her slip her hand into my pocket: back or side, if I cared

To listen to her chattering on and on.

It wasn’t that I tried to get to this point as she sipped her cosmopolitans. 

She did.  She did.  She did.  She did.  She did.

This wasn’t the right woman for me.  It wasn’t the right woman, at all.

She had none of the characteristics I was seeking.

I wasn’t sure why she put my entire essence on a gold encrusted pedestal.

If only it were real, then that would be something to get excited about.

How I wish it was both, the gold and our initial meeting, at the same time.

This girl wanted to be a gigantic do it yourself woman.

This bubbling world we call modern life isn’t suited for men like me.

As the saying goes, she was turned on.

Yet, I didn’t want to go anywhere with her, suitable or not.

I’m all for bringing chivalry back,

But not when it includes this kind of woman.

Certainly not.

Certainly not.

Most certainly, definitely, absolutely not.

But something held me back.

I couldn’t run even if I had tried.

So, don’t fault me for not leaving,

Because when a man cracks,

Everyone hears it.

I Ask When

This too shall pass, they told me.

When I asked why, there was nothing but silence.

This was why it never went beyond the first question.

On that day, I never received anything substantial.

I wanted more and rightly so, but it was never the right time.

They proved me wrong over and over again.

These hardened feelings still fracture my heart.

If they haven’t passed yet, it soon will was the message.

But I’d like to know when.

Mirror, Mirror

The face in the mirror looked at me.

Hadn’t seen this face for a long time, but here it was to haunt me.

Couldn’t tell if it was mine or that of the monster.

I hadn’t seen the monster for a while either.

He held my attention even when its features became blurry.

No longer could I spot where the sides of the face ended.

The flesh seemed to melt away or maybe it disappeared behind the steam.

I wasn’t ready for it to leave quite yet.

But I knew it was not mine to claim.

I had tried to discard this face a long time ago.

It was the right choice to make, and yet the dark eye was visible to me.

It had restricted me at certain times.

I was too impressionable back then.

The small changes within myself were purposely forgotten.

My proof of turning a new leaf was an invention of mine.

I had turned into an ugly liar, and it felt crummy.

I was not a good person as much as believed otherwise.

My insides never caught up with my outer appearance.

The face in the mirror was despicable.

The monster that scared me was wicked.

There was a time I saw my innocent face, but I knew deep down it was cracked.

It didn’t matter what I desired.

None of it would come true.

The face in the mirror continued looking at me.

Couldn’t tell who it was, but only that it was searching for something more.

The Night

The music between us was loud and boisterous, as if it shouted from the speakers,


There was no one in that room not moving that night.

If you weren’t dancing, someone would have grabbed your hand and dragged you onto the floor.

All of the movement made my head dizzy. The price you pay for fashion.

My headband somehow managed its way into the dryer.

The things people hold onto even when they are too tight.

I never wanted to go back to the old way of doing things.

That night was so close to perfection.

I haven’t been able to get that back.

I’ve tried, but I never rolled snake eyes.

I felt so safe around him.

Even if we weren’t in the same room, things were easier for me.

The way his wavy hair cascaded past his shoulders.

Some of my friends told me men shouldn’t have long hair, but I didn’t care.

All I knew that he was mine.

I wanted to lose a part of myself to him that night, and he did not disappoint.

The way he touched my face when the beat slowed a bit.

His hands were smooth, and his breath was a mixture of coffee and cigarettes.

I didn’t care about the stink when I kissed him that night.

This was how our relationship developed.

He allowed me to release all the worries as I boogied on the dance floor.

He had such a carefree attitude.

I felt free for the first time in my life.

This freedom lasted throughout the night each time I grabbed his hand as he twirled me around.

We only existed to each other. He mouthed something to me.

I made out a few words.


The music remained the same when he drifted away from me.

He was no longer close by my side.

Something BOOMED! Something BANGED!

He still made me believe in things. His advice mattered. He kept my heart intact.

We experienced from the same place.

This was an important time in my life.

There were no limits.

It was worth it when we reached our finale.

Hello, My Old Friends

It was a relatively easy process of digging out my mediocre poetry from high school and early college years. This is what you get from Pisaries Creator when she was in a different place, but still as creative as ever because that has never left her side and never will.

our land

they say we don’t belong here.
they claim to know.
they think they know.
they presume to know us.
us, a people scattered all over.
they don’t know.
the only people that know is ourselves.
we have walked this planet many times.
our influence has made existence continue.
our power has made the earth open up.
our sacrifice has not been forgotten.
simply we will not go away.
our blood will continue to thrive.
the last day of existence, we will be here.
this is our land.
we were here first.
we are the chosen people.
we took it upon ourselves to uphold the law.
everyone else turned their backs.
step to the plate, we did.
embraced the laws of the land, we followed.
all of this makes us strong.
we continue to be present.
this is our land.

Pluck Away

They steal

My petals

One by one

Two by seven

Yields quicker


They prolong

My death


To pluck


I still remain



Ghost Unknown

This is my ghost

You exist in my dreams

A savior from hell

Not seen by others

You come to take me away

My beating heart

Not quite the same

Moving on after you left

Your face is still real

Imprinted on my brain

Cycling over and over

You have not visited me lately

This fantasy has turned into misery

I do not feel safe

Only harsh echoes from afar

This is not fair

I did not ask for this punishment

You do not love me anymore

This replacement is not good enough

I have become too scary for you

Now I have become the ghost to you

Inner Demons

I hate you when you intrude upon my sleep.
My mind swirls around your shadow.
How you bring me down by telling me lies.
And make up for it by giving me sweet kisses.
You are the force that tempts me into hell.
My body wants to move beyond you.
But I am still spinning around your shadow.
You are plucking at my heartstrings.
Must I be your fancy guitar.

Tribute to my Journals

To the empty pages before me,

I apologize for poisoning your whiteness

With my blood and sweat,

With my sorrow and fears,

With my crying, hurt, and anger.

Please do not be upset with me

When I fill your whiteness with my words.

You save me from future insanity,

The only one non-judgmental of my actions and thoughts,

Giving me so much in return when I ask of nothing.

If it weren’t for you, no one would truly listen,

And the gift you have of responding is impeccable,

Which teaches me how to live to the fullest.

You have done something for me.

I cannot ever repay.

The Meaning

You must look beyond this page.

Go past the words.

Go through the words,

Go into the words.

Let it penetrate your heart.

Let it infect your veins.

Swallow the meaning like food.

Use the energy to move forward.

Pump your body with its exhilaration.

Take it in completely and honestly.

Know it intimately.

Don’t over think.

The mind is not yours.

It cannot be controlled.

It cannot be kept.

It belongs to someone else.

The Kill

With an arched back, I saw him whip the cowboy around with all his might.

This muscular creature was not going to give up even if it meant death.

The crowd was cheering the cowboy to stay with the brute.

The cowboy was giving his all for the audience.

He wanted the spectators to have their money’s worth, and they got it.

After a few minutes of this power struggle, I saw the bull losing ground.

His body wasn’t bucking as forcefully in the beginning.

I thought to myself, this beast is faltering.

The crowd was not on his side.

They wanted to see a fight, but got much more.

This was not a game for the cowboy, but a particular war of survival.

His eyes were like blades cutting thick barbed wire.

Audience members had to know the end was near.

I saw blood oozing onto the ground.

A large puddle of blood had onlookers gasping.

They could not tell if it was coming from the bull or the cowboy.

The continued fight had me standing with great anticipation.

My heart was pumping hard.

In between my heavy breaths, I knew in my heart one was near death.

The cowboy’s hat was on the ground, and the bull was visibly bleeding.

As quick as a blink of an eye, the performance was over.

Blood squirted out of the cowboy’s mouth as he fell down.

He lay there crumpled like a useless piece of paper.

A hole the size of a horn was gouged into his stomach.

The audience members would have to figure it out themselves.

They did not know what I knew before the battle even started.

A trapped beast will never be tame.